One thing about driving back to the farm
is the wonderful old buildings you see along the way.
I have lived in various cities for almost 28 years,
but still consider myself a farm girl at heart.
I think because it represents a simpler time,
although it represents a hard life as well.
but it represents family and good times.
I see the beauty in the old buildings
representing a history of unknown characters
but yet know that there are similar attributes of all of them.
It also reminds me of my Dads stories,
how everyone would get together and help one another
build the houses and barns, etc.
This barn is similar to the one I remember on the farm.
Of course the old granaries,
that are now usually made out of steel.
Many hours I shoveled grain in such buildings,
along side my older sister. funny but how I hated that job.But I did love driving the tractor
love this photo and would love to get my hands
on some of these old barn boards.
The typical red barn.
leaning from years of wear,
I wonder how many new calves were born in this barn,
or did it provide shelter for horses.
Everyone of the buildings would have stories to tell.
For now all hidden behind closed doors.
This building may have been a playhouse for some children,
or maybe a woodshed. It sits alone amongst the trees,
that too have grown weary with age,
all the photos remind me of my father
and his chosen way of life and his fathers
and his fathers father.
Those ancestors all gone,
but remembered ever so fondly by the remaining members of their families.
I was very lucky to grow up on a farm, some day my plan is to be on an acreage.
Where ever I end up, I will always remember where I came from.
Do you love old buildings?
What reminds you of your past?
I would love to hear!